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Chapter 599: A World of Despair (2 in 1)

"Huhuhu..."

The dark cave was crowded with refugees, and an unpleasant stench filled the air, attracting countless flies to fly.

It was obviously a hot summer day, but there was an indescribable coldness in the cave.

The refugees had no choice but to keep each other warm, looking at the entrance of the cave from time to time, as if they were afraid of something, and subconsciously lowered their breathing.

A hundred years have passed since the Conferment of Gods, and no one knows when the disaster will come.

They don't even know the cause of the disaster, they only know to migrate to the north, which is the only thought of the refugees now.

The flow of refugees was traveling along the official road, and the number of people was increasing unknowingly.

Most of them are young and middle-aged people. Usually, the old people will take the initiative to stay where they are and let the disaster take away their lives.

There was deathly silence in the cave, but it was not despair, but numbness with no hope of survival.

But even so, they still did not give up their remaining hope. Maybe their descendants could reach the safe area in the north.

In the corner of the cave, children under ten years old were sitting around the stone wall.

An old master stood in front of him, using chalk made from bones to draw on the surface of the stone wall, imparting basic survival knowledge.

The children's eyes were fixed on the stone wall, not daring to show any signs of neglect, and eagerly absorbing the content on the stone wall.

The time is really not enough, maybe only five days are left for them.

Every ten years, the migration of refugees will find secluded places to stay, mainly to teach the new generation the knowledge of survival.

Once the migration begins, everyone must perform their duties and are not allowed to speak on weekdays.

The old master's palms trembled slightly, and then he drew a blurry figure.

It could be seen that the figure was a statue, the refugees around him looked frightened, and the children could not help but lower their heads to avoid looking directly at the mural.

The old master sighed and said in a hoarse voice: "Buddha, this is Buddha."

"If we encounter a Buddha, we must disperse immediately and not be with too many people, lest we attract the Buddha's attention."

He didn't speak loudly, and he was in a corner of the cave, so he didn't have to worry about his voice being heard.

A child raised his arms and asked in confusion: "My grandma said that the Buddha is an immortal god who fell from the clouds, and it is impossible for mortals to escape."

The old master hesitated and opened his mouth, shook his head and replied: "But the Buddha's appetite has an upper limit. They will not eat too many people at one time, mortals, mortals..."

"Everyone who has a chance will definitely have a chance..."

The old master's pupils were dilated, while the children seemed to understand.

They had no idea whether the "opportunity" the old master mentioned was an opportunity to escape pursuit or an opportunity to change the status quo.

Children have no idea what life was like before the disaster broke out. They have long been accustomed to migrating, and they are not surprised even if a companion dies.

The old master wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and continued: "Don't drink the water you see in the wild through your mouth. It must be stored in the stomach for more than three days. Do you hear me?"

The children said in unison, and then lifted up their clothes made of animal skins.

They have an extra stomach on their abdomen, with a small hole on the upper end, which can directly pour water into it, which has a purifying effect.

In addition, you can also see many organs that are different from ordinary people.

For example, a child's eye pupils have membranes that can be closed at any time like a lizard, and the hair on the body grows slowly but is more fluffy, which can be used to resist the cold outside.

The refugee populations are also highly overlapping, and it is hard to imagine that they come from all over the world.

It is rare to see foreigners among them. Perhaps because of the dangerous environment, refugees have been screened for hundreds of years.

As for the alienated organs, it can be clearly seen that they are acquired.

Most of the refugees have alienated organs, which are not formed by magic, but are forcibly combined with the fetus through weapon refining.

However, due to the reproduction of fetuses, the alienated organs were unexpectedly preserved.

It means that a certain force once transformed mortals so that they would not die too quickly in disasters and delayed enough time.

The old master was busy for several hours, and did not stop lecturing until the morning sun peeked out from the horizon and the fiery red sunlight illuminated the ground.

He put away the chalk and walked shakily towards the animal skin tent.

The children also went home, and then they needed to help the family with work and temporarily seal the hole to prevent sunlight from coming in.

As soon as the old master arrived in front of the tent, several young adults stopped him and said harshly: "Mr. Zhang, please help my little boy take a look."

The leading man was named "Chen Ji" and he was a refugee who specially prepared insect attractant powder.

Insects are one of the most important food sources, so Chen Ji's status is naturally not low, even slightly higher than that of the old master.

The old master wanted to refuse, but couldn't stand the other party's pleading, so he had to get up and walk towards the animal skin tent near the south.

Candles were lit in the tent, and the entrance and exit were covered with ghostly symbols.

Smoke and dust floated out from the cracks, exuding a strange smell unique to grease. As for whether it was corpse grease, you could only ask the hunter in charge of food.

The reason why candles are lit is mainly because in the refugee's perception, death is like a lamp going out.

In order to ensure that the soul will not lose its way, candles are lit by the bedside to attract the souls who have lost their way to hell to return.

If the patient is still alive before the candle burns out, it means his life should not be cut off.

The old master hesitated for a few moments, then opened the tent and got into Idea. The rancid smell rushed straight into his mouth and nose, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Lying in the tent was a skinny child, six or seven years old at most.

He was shivering from the pain, and his deciduous teeth had been chewed to pieces. After seeing the old master, he managed to squeeze out a smile.

The child thought that the old master was here to send him to school.

"How about it?"

Chen Ji asked hurriedly, but the old master was silent. Then he carefully opened the quilt, revealing the child's swollen left leg.

I saw that my right leg was about three times the normal size and was blue-purple.

Silver needles are inserted into the inner side of the knee to guide the pus to seep out, but it does not cure the symptoms at all, and at most it delays the child's survival.

There are Buddha's faces appearing on the right leg, which seem to be constantly devouring the child's nutrients, causing it to become as thin as a stick.

"It is indeed Buddha's poison, and there is no cure for it."

"how come……"

The old master said solemnly: "It must have been caused by accidentally coming into contact with the black mist. The Buddha's poison has been in the body for a long time and may have penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

"The body must be burned as soon as possible, otherwise the Buddha is likely to come."

"Mr. Zhang, is it really so serious?"

"kindness."

The old master nodded, and then took out a sharp weapon to cut the child's diseased right leg. Not only did the latter not feel any pain, but he also stopped wailing.

Puss gushed out, and the faces around the wound were chanting scriptures, which was horrifying.

Lao Fuzi and Chen Ji explained that the diseased right leg must be treated separately, otherwise it will not be peaceful after death, and the body will need to be burned for a long time.

"etc……"

"Hey Hey."

A strange laugh came from outside, and then a strange and inexplicable old woman walked in. She was also very slovenly dressed and her hair was covered with dirt.

She was blind in both eyes and walked with a limp.

"Crazy woman, I'm warning you, the poison of Buddha is already in your internal organs."

The crazy woman ignored the old master, staggered and knelt down in front of the child, and then pried off the nail of the diseased right leg with your strength, and put it into her arms.

"How can I save people, but gods can, absolutely can..."

The crazy woman stared at the child's father, her pure white pupils were creepy, and her rotten teeth reflected her sinister temperament.

The old master shook his head at Chen Ji, who also understood that the goddess was very unreliable.

The goddess has always been crazy, preaching that only gods can save the world, and constantly tempting others to do dangerous things.

Believers were once asked to set up altars and use the little food left to offer sacrifices to the gods.

As a result, the food was completely burned by the fire, but they did not see even a single bit of the so-called gift from the gods.

Chen Ji was eager to save his son, so he still said, "Goddess, what do you think we should do?"

"Hey Hey……"

The crazy woman smiled and danced, took out a bunch of finger-sized stone statues from her arms, and carefully selected them.

The old master's face was ashen. If the gods were useful, they wouldn't have migrated for hundreds of years.

However, because of the extremely weird behavior of the crazy woman, the refugees had doubts about the fairy tales and had little impact on the order of the refugees.

It’s hard for me to remind you directly, even if you punish the crazy woman, as long as the disaster exists, new crazy women will continue to be born.

They are a group of immortal seekers who escape reality and are immersed in crazy fantasies every day.

"Found it, found it."

The crazy woman looked excited and held the randomly carved statue in her hand. The statue's appearance was distorted and its facial features no longer existed.

"Mr. Polaris, you will definitely be able to free children from illness."

The old master was noncommittal. In fact, there were quite a few people who believed in Lord Polar Star. Even he himself would kneel down and worship him from time to time, but just for peace of mind.

The mad woman slashed open the child's right foot, causing the blood to pour on the statue.

The child's face instantly turned pale, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, and the diseased right leg became increasingly swollen and squirming like a living thing.

"Hahahaha, Lord Polaris is watching you. Disaster is gone. Disaster is gone."

Several people watching in the tent felt their scalps go numb. They wanted to stop her, but when they saw the crazy woman's hands covered with blood, they subconsciously stopped.

The ceremony lasted only five minutes and ended only after the child died.

The crazy woman wiped off the dirt on the statue of Mr. Polaris with her sleeves, her expression seemed to have accomplished a great thing, full of piety.

Chen Ji lowered his head, not bothering to argue with the crazy woman. He picked up the child's body and walked outside the tent, preparing to burn it immediately.

Regardless of whether the mad woman intervened or not, the child's fate was sealed.

They have been taught the idea of ​​suppressing negative emotions since childhood. It is said that Buddha likes to eat people who are deep in greed, anger, delusion and hatred.

Chen Jihao just wanted to send his son off for the last journey, hoping that he could be reincarnated in peace under Jiuquan and be reincarnated in a safer north.

As for whether there is any disaster in the north, they naturally cannot know.

The cave was quickly blocked, and the sunlight was blocked from the outside world, making the cave even colder and damper. The refugees seemed to be evil spirits inside.

The old master was old and frail, and his energy was no longer enough, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Ji followed the old master's instructions and went to the depths of the cave, where a special place was designated for burying the corpses.

They are said to be corpses, but they are actually broken bones that were burned to ashes.

They put the powder into wooden boxes and buried them in the soil half a meter apart. They also sprinkled insect repellent powder several times before leaving.

The flesh and blood of the corpse will be used for hunting, and the dead also hope to use this to allow the living to live a better life, and head to the north with their expectations.

Chen Ji straightened the child's clothes, and in front of him was a stove made of hollowed out rock.

He gently touched the stove with his palm and found that there was still residual warmth, indicating that a corpse had just been reduced to ashes not long ago.

Chen Ji turned on the stove and used the candle he brought with him to illuminate the inside.

He noticed that there were still bone powder in the furnace where the corpse had been burned before, so he put down the child's body and gathered the bone powder aside.

While Chen Ji was busy doing the corpse work, he didn't notice the child's right leg trembling.

The huge right leg seemed to start to shrink, and the straw sandals automatically fell off because they did not fit the feet, which immediately frightened Chen Ji.

"What the hell?"

Chen Ji quickly leaned over to check the body and noticed that the right leg had fine black hair growing on it, which felt as hard as needle pricks.

He didn't know why the body had mutated, so he immediately took out a sharp butcher knife.

Chen Ji tried to cut off the child's right leg with a butcher knife, but when the blade came into contact with the body, there was a sound of metal collision.

His heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and inexplicable fear filled his mind.

Chen Ji was usually a calm and calm person, but now he became panicked and ignored the old master's instructions.

He lit the stove with a fire stick and filled it with fuel made from dung.

Immediately, the body was hastily stuffed into it, the fire enveloped the furnace, and the remaining water in the body caused a crackling sound.

Chen Ji closed the furnace door heavily and looked at the body through the hole.

Only then did he regain his composure. He really couldn't figure out why his emotions suddenly lost control. His hair was completely soaked with sweat.

The body had not eaten for many days before death, and because of its small body shape, the skin and flesh dissolved quickly.

But Chen Ji was horrified to find that his right leg was still alive, and even the black hair was getting thicker and thicker. What should I say?

Like a sheep's hoof.

"Something big happened..."

Chen Ji muttered to himself, then turned around to notify the patrolling militiamen, but there was already chaotic noise coming from the direction of the cave entrance.

He ran forward in three steps and then fell to his knees with a pale face before walking a few meters.

Bang bang bang...

Something heavy hit the cave entrance, and the older refugees screamed in collapse, because they knew what it meant.

Buddha has come.

They were trapped in a small space and almost certain to die.

The entrance to the hole was made of mud and gravel and was inherently weak, so it was knocked open without giving the refugees time to react.

The dazzling sunlight shines in, and outside the cave is a strange and inexplicable statue.

The upper body of the statue is that of Buddha, and the lower body is that of a black goat. The two unrelated figures are forcibly connected together, making them look unusually peaceful.

"What..."

The creepy cry of sheep was heard.

The Buddha smiled, his smile was compassionate, he put his hands together and slowly stepped into the cave.

A refugee collapsed on the path where the Buddha was walking and was trampled into minced meat by sheep's hooves. The sunlight reflected the blood on the ground.

The picture is extremely strange and weird.

"What kind of Buddha? He's obviously a sheep demon."

Wu Chu, the militia leader, was in his early forties. He grabbed the big knife behind his back with both hands and tried to pull out the weapon, but his arms had no strength.

Wu Chu looked at the Buddha who was gradually approaching, kept retreating, and stepped into the bonfire with one foot.

He recalled fifteen years ago, when he had just joined the militia and was attacked by Buddha on his first night on duty.

Wu Chu fainted at that time. When he woke up, he looked up and saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

There were devoured corpses everywhere, as if they were overfed wild wolves that only ate the internal organs of their prey and discarded all other parts.

Not many refugees survived, and they later headed south again.

Wu Chu vaguely remembered that he once had a wife who had been pregnant for several months. When the body was found, her abdomen had already been emptied.

"Monster, monster, monster..."

Wu Chu roared in collapse, barely regaining any courage under the burning heat.

He drew out the long knife from his back and stumbled towards the Buddha, just like a scene he had rehearsed over and over in his mind.

The long knife was sharpened to an extremely sharp angle, and the fire reflected three feet of cold light. The rough internal energy blessed his body, causing Wu Chu to explode with power and speed that was rare even in the warrior realm.

In an instant, the nearby refugees all looked at Wu Chu.

Clang!

They were so eager to see someone come forward. The fear and pressure accumulated by generations of people fleeing for hundreds of years was indescribable.

The Buddha was completely undefended, and Wu Chu's broadsword struck him hard on the neck.

Wu Chu's arm was sore from the shock, but what greeted him was that his ancestral sword shattered into pieces, and the blade scratched his cheek, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.

However, no matter how painful the wound on the cheek was, it was not as painful as the painful pain on the waist.

With just a wave of his hand, Wu Chu was cut in half like a rag doll, and blood fell like raindrops.

The militia leader was easily killed, and the rest of the people didn't have the courage to face it, so they all tried to escape from the cave.

But the cave is a dead end, and the only hope is behind the Buddha.

All the refugees who came close to the Buddha were turned into limbs and pieces. A team of nearly ten thousand people suddenly suffered dozens of casualties, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent.

The crow of crows sounded outside the cave, indicating that death was approaching.

Chen Ji was stunned and couldn't believe that the trouble he had caused would cause his companions to die in a narrow cave.

He thought about dying like Wu Chu, but his legs were frozen in place, unable to move.

Chen Ji also heard that the sheep's hooves in the stove seemed to be trying to escape, the brass stove door had been kicked out of shape, and the fire was distorted.

"Hehe, hehe, gods will protect believers, and evil will not get close to them."

The crazy woman's strange smile was extremely harsh amidst her cries. She held up the statue of Lord Polaris and walked among the corpses, dousing them with blood.

She is like a different kind of protector, repeating the same actions over and over again.

Something shocking happened. Buddha suddenly stopped and tilted his head to look at the statue of Lord Polaris.

The refugees leaned against the rock wall, with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

For more than ten years, the crazy woman's behavior has been extremely strange. If it were not for the help of refugees who were taboo about gods and gods, the crazy woman would have starved to death.

But unlike before, the crazy woman didn't look crazy at all.

After she regained consciousness, she was gesticulating with her fingers in her hand. There was a trace of dustiness all over her body, and she could no longer see the stupidity of the past.

The mad woman sang in the form of a song: "The Big Dipper divides Yin and Yang, establishes the four seasons, balances the five elements, moves the festivals, and determines the disciplines."

She repeated it over and over again, and the refugees spontaneously joined in, and the cave echoed with praise for Lord Polaris.

Buddha straightened his head, ignored the crazy woman's clumsy performance, and continued to approach the crowd unhurriedly.

The refugees were afraid that their voices would attract disaster, so they rarely spoke at all, and now they were shouting at the top of their lungs.

The crazy woman held the blood-stained statue in her hands and walked straight towards the Buddha.

The Buddha stretched out his arm and grabbed the mad woman's head. As his fingers slowly came together, blood flowed from the mad woman's facial features.

But the crazy woman is still chanting: "The Big Dipper divides yin and yang, establishes the four seasons, balances the five elements, and shifts the festival..."

Click click click.

The skull was overwhelmed, and the crazy woman's head had become deformed.

The refugees were completely silent again, and Wu Chu's body was still lying not far away, seeming to mock them for doing useless things.

Just when the mad woman was about to die, the statue fell into a pool of blood at her feet.

The warm blood makes the statue fade away from blood stains, revealing its true appearance, the legendary heavenly god "Polaris Lord".

The crows stopped chirping and scrambled away from the cave.

In just a fraction of a second, the crazy woman's head was about to explode, but the Buddha's arms were the first to hang down weakly.

The statue turned into a figure, almost filling the space in the cave.

The body is independent on one leg, and the body is composed of various colors. The Buddha's head was broken off by him, and finally disappeared in the twisted and disordered light.

The crazy woman ignored the splitting headache and kept banging her head.

"Lord Star is on top!!!"

The refugees woke up from a dream and shouted loudly the name of Lord Polaris.

The figure re-sealed the cave, cleaned away the sheep's hooves that might bring danger, and then turned back into a dead statue.

The crazy woman turned crazy again and said vague words: "The gods of heaven have returned to their throne, and the disaster will eventually go away!!!"

Chen Ji broke away and lay on the ground, with bruises everywhere on his back. He apparently blocked himself in front of the stove and prevented the sheep from escaping.

They couldn't tell whether what the crazy woman said was true or false, but they were more willing to believe that the darkness they were experiencing was just before dawn.

Soon the refugees spontaneously carved a statue of Lord Polaris, nourished it with the blood of their fingertips every few days, and continued their journey to the north.

The vision of the statue of Mr. Polar Star is naturally the arrival of Ren Qing’s fungus soul.

After the perfect fungus soul in the Heavenly Strange Realm came to the outside world, its strength was only that of the Yinjiang Realm, and it only lasted a few short breaths.

Ren Qing was unable to control the situation of the refugees. When he killed the demon Buddha, he also took the opportunity to investigate the outside world and find out what the so-called disaster was.

He could only be certain of two things.

The supreme demon, who had weaknesses after seizing the Buddha of Samadhi Light, unexpectedly did not lose despite the siege of many Buddhas in the Buddhist sect.

The disaster must be related to the supreme demon, and it has swept this world.

Ren Qing undoubtedly hopes that the Supreme Demon will be defeated. The destructiveness brought by Buddhism to this world is definitely not as terrifying as the Supreme Demon.

Although Buddhism is crazy, it does not fall into the category of the two immortals.

But the Supreme Demon is actually a real Zhuo Immortal. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first Zhuo Immortal among the three ancestors.

"What on earth does Buddhism do? How can we lose the Tathagata Realm?"

Ren Qing took a long breath of cold air. He thought that if Buddhism took action, the supreme demon would have to shed its skin even if he did not die, but in the end, it turned out to be the guest.

Also, Wuming should have noticed the secret of the supreme demon in advance, which led him to abandon Old Man Yuexia and take the initiative to transform into a demon.


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